to simply outlive the competition
store winter in quilts of under achievement
not to care what my ego thinks
his ego thinks
to fathom being as
all of it
and sing thoughts
that make the room grow brighter
to love everyone in the world
at once,
words and meaning
traveling
in foreign souls
to be an achiever and yet not to be attached to what we achieve is also good. Ambition me thinks can be steered into affecting the world for the better too. thought provoking piece for me this morning Nan of the beautifuls.
I like this a great deal. It has an edge of William Carlos Williams and the heart of Rumi. I like the open-ended feeling of love for love alone. It can reach a tad into the realm of Hallmark cards, but you keep it just out of that circle.
I always appreciate the innocence you convey. It's never too heavy. It is never a burden to enjoy your work.
your simple kindnesses to others on this site, that need a good dollop of friendship from time to time. and your very generous, constructive comments, leave me in no doubt that you are a national treasure.
i visit your poems whenever i need to see the world in a better light. it is as if you have left a candle of hope for us all. thank you.
it isn't just that you radiate warmth from your pages, its that you are also able to express your feelings in such perfectly constructed phrases with the best chosen words. never cloying, never patronising or judgemental. my bet is that even the cynics are seduced by your wordpower and innate rhythm. .... well, you got me!
I liked this a lot. It's similar to a journal entry I just posted. Missing the simple life...almost like a child. I really like this because of how simple and understandable it makes life feel. Thats the way things should be unlike this hectic crap we have to deal with.
Good short exert.
I am too braindead to comment on this meaningfully, but it echoes a theme I have been struggling with, and I really appreciate the poem's clarity and beauty.
She seems to breed doves
at her discretion
and follows the olive
vine's twisted will
past a mere pathogen's
double helix
out toward the core
where the air is still
Sorry, Miss Nan See, that's all this tired brain is capable of sharing today.
Submission Name: ambition
